“You can’t tell what it is?”
I could take a pretty good guess, but what he’d done with Tommy was their business.Still, I was curious.
“Was the reason you’ve never done that before because Tommy preferred to be fucked?”
“No.He wanted to.I didn’t.”
“Oh.”I didn’t know how to take that.He’d said no to Tommy but yes to me.Why?Was it just to show me I could trust him so I’d let him fuck me?If so, was it only a one-time thing?Because I wanted it to be a lots-more-times thing.
“I know you fucked Tommy a lot,” I said.
“No.Not a lot.Just, like, three times.”
“Three times?!”I looked at him in disbelief.“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Geez, Eddie.We’re a couple of fucking noobs here.”
“We can fix that,” he said.
“So can I fuck you again?I mean, not right now but sometime?”
“Sure,” he said.
I wanted to climb on top of the car and scream.Which was probably the testosterone hitting me.But I tried to play it cool.
“Great,” I said.“And you can, like, fuck me too, whenever.”
He laughed.I didn’t know what for, but if he was laughing at me, I was gonna humor him, because he’d basically promised me a good time or, actually, lots and lots of good times.
I couldn’t wait to get home.
We hit Toronto as the snow started falling.After we got to the parking garage, we had to unload the car and bring everything upstairs.It seemed to take longer than packing had, because I couldn’t stop thinking about what we’d discussed in the car.
We made four trips.Actually five, but the last one was me picking up my tap shoes and backpack.I didn’t need help, but he came with me anyway.When we got back in the elevator, he unzipped his coat, went up to me and unzipped my coat, then he slipped his hands inside and pulled me close.
He murmured in my ear.“Aren’t you nice and warm?”
My arms went around him.“Aren’t you nice and hard?Would you go all the way on a first date?”
“Depends on the guy.”
“If he really wanted you?If it was a really hot date?If he’s ready to explode?”I kissed him and let it linger.
When I broke the kiss, he said, “I’d consider going to third base.”
“What’s third base?”I kissed him, longer.
“Pretty intense fooling around.”
“Intense enough to make him shoot?”
“Definitely.Maybe a couple times.”
I pulled him in tighter and whispered in his ear.“You ever gotten off in an elevator?”
“Almost.”
